Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.